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Fair, they shine through the burning zone -
The rainbow gleams of a world unknown,

There are veils that lift, there are bars that fall,
There are lights that beacon, and winds that call,
There are hurrying feet, and we dare not wait,
For the hour is on us,
The circling hour of the flaming gate

Oh Children of Time
Children of Time

The music calls and the gates unclose,
Onward and onward the wild way goes,
O fading phantoms of pain and mirth,
We die in the bliss of a new birth

Of fading loves,
Fading loves of the old green Earth

Children of Time

To follow to seek to dare
Step by step in the evening air

Children of Time

Fair, they shine through the burning zone,
The rainbow gleams of a world unknown,